Chapter 27

LAYLA

The babies were just waking up when I stepped out of the shower. I hurried to get dressed before their happy babbling turned into hungry bawling.

Mary was at the changing table when I stepped into the nursery.

“Good morning, Aunt Layla,” she said without looking up. She always called me that. Mary felt that children should address adults with titles as a show of respect.

It was just one of her many old-fashioned quirks.

She referred to herself as Nanny Mary, and the other employees were Miss Sonya and Mr. Vlad. Briggs usually went along with whatever she wanted when it came to the babies.

He claimed he knew nothing about raising children, and she was the expert. Someday, if I had a child, I would want some say in how things were done.

I wouldn’t let my nanny dictate everything.

~As if you’d have a nanny, Layla.~

What if I had Briggs’s baby?

I scooped up Jerome from his crib. “How are you feeling today, buddy?” I whispered, settling in the rocking chair to give him his nebulizer that Mary had already prepared.

“How was Jerome’s night?” Briggs inquired, appearing in the doorway, dressed in khakis and a blue T-shirt. He usually dressed casually unless he was going out, and he never wore socks. I loved that about him.

Who was I kidding? I loved everything about Briggs. Even his ridiculously huge cock. I had thought my tiny vag would be permanently stretched after the first time. But nope.

Every time he fucked me, it was like it had reverted back to its original size. If I had a baby, though, that might surely loosen things up a bit.

Why did I have babies on the brain this morning? I mean, obviously, I was caring for triplets. But my sister’s babies weren’t the ones I was thinking about.

The baby fantasy was a stupid waste of time anyway. My doctor had told me I’d probably never get pregnant without help, and Briggs already had triplets.

If we stayed together, he wouldn’t want to go down that road with me. In vitro was expensive.

~He’s a billionaire.~

But in vitro often resulted in multiple births. He was thirty-eight. And rich. He probably wanted to travel and enjoy his retirement, not be saddled with a clutch of poop machines.

I tried to think about something else, but it wasn’t easy with a baby in my arms, and a uterus awash with Briggs’s sperm. His words from the night before kept bouncing around in my head.

~If I got you pregnant, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. I would be happy that I was able to give you the baby you thought you might never have.~

I glanced up to find Briggs’s eyes fixed on me. My pussy clenched, lubricating in preparation for another round with the beast. I squirmed in the chair, my wet panties irritating my chafed lips.

As if the discomfort from my aching vag wasn’t enough to deal with!

“I think his treatment is finished, Aunt Layla.” Mary flicked off the machine on her way to hand George to Briggs.

“Dad, would you mind taking this young lad downstairs? And I would appreciate it if you two kept the carnal thoughts out of the nursery.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Briggs chuckled.

“Give the poor girl a break, Briggsy,” Sonya teased, digging an elbow into his side as she squeezed past him. “Judging by the noises coming from your room last night, I’m guessing she needs one.”

Heat crept up my chest before my cheeks ignited. Sonya’s room was on the other side of the house. Were we really that loud?

Mary disappeared into her bedroom, returning a moment later with a small glass jar. “Rub a couple of drops of this on your vulva and the entrance to your vagina.”

I blinked, staring down at the jar she pressed into my hand. “Um—thanks? But I don’t need this.”

“You’re limping,” she whispered. “You need it.”

She took Jerome from my arms, handing him to Sonya before collecting Harris and marching out the door.

***

I shooed a fly away from Harris, straightening his bucket hat. The triplets were getting their daily dose of Vitamin D. Mary insisted they spend an hour outside every day.

She glanced up from the book she was reading. “Did the oil help with your female problem?”

“Yes. That’s amazing stuff. What’s in there?”

“It’s an old home remedy.”

“I’m not even gonna ask why you have it,” I chuckled. “Not that you couldn’t have a ~reason~, but the only time you leave the house is for church. Do you have a ~friend~ in town? Never mind. It’s none of my business.”

“The oil has multiple uses. I can assure you, I’m not suffering from the same condition that you were this morning.”

“Well, this is a really awkward conversation,” I said, laughing nervously. “Maybe we should change the subject.”

“I am inclined to agree.”

“Layla!” Sonya called from the kitchen door. “Would you mind grabbing me a bottle of wine from the cellar?”

I stepped into the kitchen, surprised to find Sonya cooking. She only did that when Briggs had company. He did a lot of the cooking, or we just fended for ourselves when we got hungry.

“Are we having company?” I asked.

“Briggs didn’t tell you?”

“Nope.”

“I’m sure he just forgot to mention it. Can you grab me a bottle of Pinot Noir?”

“I don’t know anything about wine,” I said. “I can watch the stove while you run down.”

“No, no. You go, hon. You’ll figure it out. The racks are labeled.”

I headed down the basement stairs. The wine cellar was at the end of the long corridor, past the game room.

I’d never been in there before. I grabbed the handle, pulling open the heavy metal door. It was freezing in there!

The wine cellar was a fancy room that kind of reminded me of a library, the difference being that the walls here were lined with wine racks instead of books.

There was a sitting area in the middle of the room, with four oversized burgundy leather club chairs and a coffee table. Or a wine table, I guess. If there is such a thing.

I doubt people drink coffee in the wine cellar. But why the heck would anyone want to hang out in there? It was cold.

I scanned the labels, searching for Pinot Noir. This could take forever! Why did Briggs need so many bottles of wine? I was so focused on my task I didn’t even hear the door open.

My girlish screams ricocheted through the cellar as I fought to escape the strong arms wrapped around my body.

“This cellar has thick concrete walls,” Briggs whispered. “Do you know what that means?”

I shook my head.

“It means that it’s completely soundproof. Kind of like a little dungeon in my basement, where nobody will hear your screams. Not even Vlad and his Vulcan hearing.”

My heart hammered with anticipation, liquid pouring from my body and drenching my panties with my arousal.

“My cock has been hard all day, throbbing with need. Did you wear this sundress to torment me?”

“N-no,” I whispered.

“I want you to wear dresses and skirts every day from now on.”

“Why?”

“So I have easy access to your pussy. I can’t go all day without fucking you, baby. I’m addicted. All I can think about is spreading your legs and sinking inside your sexy body. I’m like an animal in heat.”

He slid his hand up my bare thigh, rubbing me through my panties. “You’re soaked. You want my cock, don’t you, my horny girl?”

I gasped when he yanked my panties to my knees and thrust two fingers inside my dripping slit.

“Answer me, Layla,” he demanded. “Tell me you want my cock.”

“I want your cock,” I whispered.

“Where?”

“Inside me.”

He added a third finger, stretching me wide open while he fingered me roughly. “More specific, please. You have three places I’d love to put my cock. If your pussy is too sore, there’s other options.”

“Nope,” I stated firmly when he circled one of the ~other~ options with his thumb. “My pussy is just fine.”

He latched his mouth onto my neck, sucking on my tender flesh while he continued to jackhammer his fingers in and out of me.

“Do you want me to fuck you as hard as I’m fingering you?” he whispered, sinking his teeth into my earlobe.

Why was I so turned on by the idea of being taken like that? I didn’t read those kinds of books. I always thought I’d be a making-love type of girl.

Having grown up listening to my mother and sister engage in all kinds of rough sex, I had never imagined such depravity would appeal to me.

Briggs was an aggressive lover. I got the impression that he liked to be in control, and he preferred keeping emotions and sex separate.

And at that moment, with my juices running down my leg, and my body on the brink of a powerful orgasm, I wanted a hard fucking. I needed it.

“Fuck me hard!” I cried. “I need to come!”

He threw me face first over the back of one of the chairs, dragging my panties the rest of the way down until they were tangled around one of my ankles.

I dug my fingers into the cool leather, bracing myself when he kicked my feet apart. He dropped his shorts and boxers before taking hold of my hips.

“Please!” I whimpered, while he teased my entrance with the tip of his cock.

He pushed forward, plunging through the entire depth of my slippery channel, thrusting and pistoning his hips as he worked his cock in and out of me.

It felt totally different in that position. Not only was the angle different, but I could tell he was going a lot deeper.

My brain scrambled to decide if I was experiencing pleasure or pain. It was a very fine line for a few intense seconds. And then the orgasm of all orgasms blew my brain to bits.

Then I wasn’t thinking at all. I may have been screaming. I was definitely hanging onto that chair for dear life while Briggs slammed into me, grunting and panting, until at last, his cock exploded inside me.

I closed my eyes, lying completely still as I hung over the back of the chair like a limp, overcooked string of spaghetti. Briggs was still inside me, his chest heaving while his cock slowly softened.

He somehow managed to pull his T-shirt over his head without pulling out of my body.

“Hold still,” he said, using his shirt to contain the gusher as he withdrew from my body. “You’re a messy girl.”

“That’s all you, Briggs.”

“Oh, not all of it, sweetheart.”

“I can’t move,” I moaned.

“Did you enjoy being taken like that?”

“From behind?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“No. It just felt different. Like you were really deep inside me.”

“I was. I hit your cervix. You supposedly have a G-spot there, but a lot of women find it painful.”

“You’ve tapped lots of cervixes in your travels, I take it?”

“A few,” he chuckled. “It happens when you have an exceptionally long cock. Did I hurt you?”

“It wasn’t painful. Just a bit uncomfortable. But after I came, it felt great.”

“I have lots of other positions to show you.”

“Okay. But not right now. I need Mary’s vag oil.”

“Her ~what~?”

“Never mind. You don’t wanna know.”

“You’re probably right.”

“I don’t know if I can even walk,” I moaned.

“C’mon, doll,” he said, giving me a playful slap on my bare ass. “We have to leave in thirty minutes.”

I pushed myself up, reaching to pull my panties back into place. “Where are we going?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Sonya said you’re having dinner guests.”

“She did?”

“Not exactly. But she’s cooking.”

“And that means we’re having company?”

“Yeah.”

“Not tonight. We’re going out.”

“I thought we couldn’t go out in public together.”

“We aren’t.”

“Briggs! Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“How should I dress?”

“What you’re wearing is fine.”

“I need to have a shower.”

“Why?”

“You seriously have to ask that?” I laughed, wrinkling my nose.

He leaned in close to my ear, sucking the lobe between his teeth while his hands skated up my bare thighs. “Is your sweet pussy full of my baby-making juice?”

“Please don’t call it that,” I said. “Ever heard of bad juju?”

“My ~juju~ isn’t bad. I’ve got three perfect little boys upstairs.”

“Juju isn’t jizz, silly,” I giggled. “It means bad karma.”

“Ohh. Okay.”

“Briggs,” I warned, grabbing his wrist when he slipped his finger inside my panties. “If we’re leaving in half an hour, I need to go get ready.”

“Well, get going then,” he chuckled, swatting me on the ass.

***

“You own a private jet?” I gasped when I stepped out of the car. We were parked beside an airport hangar.

“No,” Briggs replied, taking my hand. “I chartered it.”

“I’m not getting on that thing.”

“Why?”

“Planes crash.”

“Yeah. So do cars.”

“I’ve never been on an airplane, Briggs.”

“C’mon,” he said. “It’ll be an adventure.”

“I don’t know, Briggs.”

“Can you give us a minute, Vlad?”

“Sure, boss. Do you want me to load your bags?”

“Yes. That’d be great.”

He led me to the edge of the trees, where Vlad and the pilot wouldn’t hear us. “I’ve got a big night planned for us,” he said. “I’ll hold your hand the entire time. You’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Can’t we just drive to where we’re going?”

“We could. But it would take too long.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“Get on the plane, and I’ll tell you.”

“Okay. But you can’t make fun of me if I get really scared.”

“I would never do that, doll.”